Put Your Hands On The Headboard Chapter Novels & Stories

I furrowed my brows and raised my head to look at the headrest I used. I found out my pillow was Clarence’s chest. I looked at his face and saw he was still sleeping. His hand was around my shoulders, and my hand was on his torso. I slowly raised my body from him, using my other hand as a guide. I looked at my body and saw I was still tieing the bedspread he gave me last night. Memories of the dreadful night rushed into my head, and I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw. Goosebumps covered me, and I felt my throat tighten up again.

Chapter 4 I shake my head, but my body betrays me, my hips rolling, my cunt fluttering around his fingers. "I, I can’t." "You will." He pulls his fingers out suddenly, leaving me empty, aching. I whimper at the loss, but then he’s spinning me around, shoving me face-first against the wall. His knee kicks my legs apart, his hand pressing between my shoulder blades, bending me over. "Hands on the wall. Ass out. Now."

{INGRID'S POV} * * “Put your hands above your head,” he tells me. I do, looking into his eyes as I obey. My mind turns to the first time I saw him when I awoke in here. I can practically feel his hands on me as he holds me down, the intense powerlessness I felt at their touch. I breathe deeply, calming the emotions that race through me at the thought. I feel his hands on my wrists, pushing them together. The tie slides around them, the same fabric as before caressing my sensitive skin. I feel as it begins to tighten and look up to watch.

‘Put your hands on his head, then place your forehead on his forehead’ I didn’t ask why, I just did as she asked. When our heads touched, I instantly felt an internal pull towards him. It was as though our heads were glued together, and I could not leave him. Ripples of flames coursed through my body, and I felt perspiration trickle down my body A sudden yet powerful force propelled my body away from his. In a millisecond, my head slammed hard against the floor. The pain was perplexing. I had feared my skull had cracked, and a slight movement could cause my brain to fall out.

I guess he was panicking already. He slammed the pillow hard on my head. Ouch! My head surged with a headache. But I still didn't budge or twitch. Next, he put his hand beneath my nose, but I held my breath. I guessed the next place his hands would go. My heart. No…my chest. I mean, my breasts. Should I wake up now or still wait?

Turning my head to the man seated on the large bed with a book in his hand, I tried to snap his attention. His gaze lifted up to meet mine, my eyes begged him for help in a silent plea. Striding to where I was standing, he put his hands around my waist and tried to push me in and out, in and out ever so lightly, as though he was afraid he might snap my body in half in a sudden "faux geste". Leaning back I tried to give him more access to my waist, for the touch his large hands left on their wake a very pleasing cold shiver that run to my spine down to my very toes.

I wanted to hold her small hands right into mine. 'She's more beautiful than that annoying woman.' I bowed down my head and saw that our fingers were almost touching each other. One centimeter… half centimeter… three millimeters…. Suddenly, Heather removed her hand from my reach as if she felt my stare. 'Is it obvious?' Don't ask obvious questions, Jean Pierre Morris. I lifted up my head and saw that Heather was arranging the books on her bed. 'Ah, so she wasn't avoiding me. She's arranging her books.'

My headboard tapped against the wall, and I brought heat into the room with my movements. Her body shuddered under my pressure, her tits shaking up and down. Her eyes were still lidded with sleep, but she didn’t make another protest. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she buried her face into my shoulder, pulling her legs apart so I could have her.

My hands and fingers shook as they reached towards the box. “Oh God, please…” I held my hand to my chest, my heart pounding so loudly I could barely feel a thing. I opened the box, and a scream erupted from my throat, making me fall flat on my ass as the box fell from the bed. The head, still coated with blood on the neck region, rolled out to the ground and stopped when it faced me. Those were Rose's eyes, her mouth open. My roommate, who was always happy and did nothing to deserve any of this. My hands were shivering; everything in me was shaking.

he continued. "Whenever you’re ready," I said, resting my head on his hot chest and closing my eyes. By feeling at peace. *************** Well, here is also the chapter for today! Let me know what you think, and use your gems!